Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Almost Set Alight and A Snake Bite

(Y/N)'s POV

"HE DID WHAT!" was my only response when they told me what had transpired in the tent while I was away and that Ron had left them. I was gobsmacked, why would he leave? Surely he knows how important finding the Horcruxes were.

I understand missing his family and worrying about their safety, but they were already in danger and they always would be unless we stopped Voldemort. Did he expect it to be a weekend trip or something?

But if it wasn't him in the bushes near the graveyard, who was it? It could have been an animal but it was oddly suspicious. Until we knew for a fact, Harry agreed we should all wear the cloak.

After taking a second to collect myself and explaining to them what I had been doing for the past few weeks they in turn explained to me that they were searching for Bathilda Bagshot in the hopes that she had the sword of Gryffindor, a weapon that could hopefully destroy Horcruxes.

"So, we've pretty much just established that it was in fact me, with the sword of Gryffindor that destroyed the diary then?" I said smugly, they both sighed.

After getting settled they both threw the invisibility cloak over themselves again, they both groaned as they were under it, Hermione throwing it to the floor seemed to have made it a little damp. I started to chuckle until Harry pulled me under and asked me another question.

"How did you know we'd be here?" I just shrugged, "I figured it'd be something you'd want to see. I saw you looking at the statue earlier. Ran straight past you." I chuckled, Hermione's jaw dropped, "It was you" I nodded.

Walking alongside them down the street made me happier than it should have. I felt complete. I got out all the bottled excitement I had by telling jokes and trying to hear them laugh, they looked like they could use a good laugh.

It wasn't long until we found what we wanted, thought the circumstances were a little strange. A heavily muffled figure was hobbling up the lane toward us, silhouetted by the bright lights in the distant square.

It was an old woman, which made sense. She was moving slowly, possibly frightened of slipping on the snowy ground. Her stoop, her stoutness, her shuffling gait all gave an impression of extreme age.

We watched in silence as she drew nearer. At last she came to a halt a few yards from them and simply stood there in the middle of the frozen road, facing them.

There was next to no chance that this woman was a Muggle: She was standing there gazing at a house that ought to have been completely invisible to her, if she was not a witch.

Even assuming that she was a witch, however, it was odd behaviour to come out on a night this cold, simply to look at an old ruin. By all the rules of normal magic, meanwhile, she ought not to be able to see us at all.

Nevertheless, something about her just told me she knew we were there. Then my suspicions were confirmed as she raised a gloved hand and beckoned towards us.

Hermione moved closer to me under the Cloak, her arm pressed against mine. "How does she know?" Harry shook his head and I shrugged. The woman beckoned again, more vigorously.

Harry didn't say anything to us, but instead began walking towards the woman, "Wait, we're flowing the creepy lady?" I whispered. "She's not creepy she's just old" Hermione scolded me, "Same thing!" I spat back.

Finally, Harry spoke, causing Hermione to gasp and jump. "Are you Bathilda?" The muffled figure nodded and beckoned again. "Wow, we are really good at this." I laughed; Hermione hushed me.

Beneath the Cloak we looked at each other. Harry raised his eyebrows; Hermione gave a tiny, nervous nod, so we just went with it. "I need to thank her for signing that book" I remembered.